Douchebaggery.

I got a blog. I've HAD a blog, and through this site, no less, but it's full to the brim with dim-witted teenage douchebaggery (hence the title) from 4 years ago, mostly about OMG, I liek this guy, but the things we do are dangerous (around the time of the infamous road-trip police station debauchery. Scandalous) But I'm not going to link you to it, as it's embarrassing to all aspects of me and what I used to write about.

FFFFFFFFinally! Now anytime you've wanted to hear about the wacky shit that's usually not worth typing about on my Deviant Art account, you can stuff yourselves to the brim here. Listen to my tales of people saying stupid stuff! Listen to the time I stub my toe! All the highlights are here! I'M SO EXCITED I CAN BARELY CONTAIN MYSELF.


Sooo, uhh, for people that may possible stumble across this thing, and do not know me on DA, I draw dem purdy pitchas. I plan on updating this routinely. I've had many suggestions that this type of venting my relieve my annoying tendencies. Maybe i'll even find a happy medium! Hooboy!

Not much to report about today: I woke up 2 hours early on accident, and spent the entire time huddling in the bed, trying to force my own period to happen. My aunt Flo is due to make a visit...two days ago, and has been taking her sweet time getting here, most likely just in time for my vacation to Aruba. She's a courteous old broad. So courteous that I've punched my own ovaries many times throughout the day. ( I have co-workers who can verify this) . I was supposed to work from 12 am to 9 pm, which is my normal annoying Sunday shift, I've had it all semester. All school year, each time I've worked that shift, i left with at least 60 dollars. Today, i left with 24 dollars. I had 6 tables total for 7 hours, and got out 2 hours early. That's...phenomenally unheard of. I actually was able to leave while the sun was still up.

Though most of the shift was with my crappy manager, Misty. She's about 5'3 ft of angry midget, and she especially hates me. She nearly tried to slit my throat for putting in bacon cheese fries. (again, you may think I'm joking, but this was seriously what she threw a fit about) She's obviously trying to cover that she may be a raging lesbian, and she has the worst Napoleon complex I've ever seen. Just a pain in the ass altogether to be around-- and not to mention hating me, she also thinks I'm mentally handicapped. Seriously. She talks to me like how a deaf grandmother talks to her cat. Loud, simplistic, short words for my tiny brain to comprehend. I used to get angry at this, but now I just laugh at her and find it incredibly funny. Most of the time, i get my co-workers in on this fun, and we try and see how retarded Misty can talk to me. At least she doesn't ask me to do anything complicated. :D

Misty left at 6, which we were stuck with a quasi-manager, a visiting manager that took over manager-ing while the scheduling was wonky. Her name as Leza; and she was like a godsend. Too bad she won't be there any longer; she honestly let me do anything: I ate food from the counter, i ate stuff in the back, and me and my friend Marcynda made pins out of soft, pliable crayons. Then we made pins for people working production. She even expressed interest in having one. It was so goddamn slow in that place, it was either bend crayons, or start something on fire for the entertainment value.

In a way, I'm sort of glad people didn't come. It means that the people of DeKalb have more sense then to take their mothers to Steak N' Shake for Mothers day. Though the people who did take their mothers there, well, they looked like the type of folks who would take their mothers to steak n' shake for mothers day. I just wished i made more money for the trip, it's going to be a little tight, now.

Check out this surreal, but incredibly interesting video:

Time to go update all my guff on here.